by A. E. Marlowe
“I need a woman to truly party beautiful,”
he declared over uneasy eggnog
through brown lashes and gray spectacle frames—
how beautiful his subtleties!
Tonight, tonight he can’t walk when all day
them kids walk where they want
“take a walk, take a bus, take a break altogether!”
the fresh stars sang darkly over our heads
“let’s go,” he said
“let me,” I said
terrible, wild, noisy night!
Crazy handsome prince—remember me and smile
when you can’t walk tonight and all day
them kids live as they want, but tonight I
sleep under stone and oak and grass.